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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/27606845">fiat justitia ruat caelum</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/saintsblade/pseuds/saintsblade'>saintsblade</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>aut vincere aut mori [1]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Fall of L'manburg, Gen, I AM A TECHNOBLADE APOLOGIST, MCD is for (spoiler) Wilbur's death, November 16th 2020, SBI pain, SPOILERS FOR DREAM SMP NOV 16TH STREAMS, also unlike in ttbmou, blood mention, detailing what techno means, i am (not) sorry, i tweaked some of Techno's speech to fit the fic better, murder is committed but not explicitly detailed, no beta but im a technoblade kinnie and i never die, that i may write later on, the death here is Permanent smile, there is some lore about dream and techno, when he says that he was once a god, whew</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-11-17</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-11-17</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-07 01:49:14</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Teen And Up Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Major Character Death</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>3,824</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/27606845</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/saintsblade/pseuds/saintsblade</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p></p><blockquote>
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    <i>Why, wouldn’t you know, Emperor of the Antarctic? Aren’t you doing the same thing? Humanity is so precious, fallen one. They live, they love, they hurt, they cry. They feel and they betray and they always, always hunger for more. What beauty. It’s not fun for a god to come and destroy that, is it? No, it’s much better if a human can instigate such destruction. Human emotions are powerful. Banded together, it might even reach heights that could destroy me. So I play on their chessfield, fallen one. But make no mistake.</i>
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    <i>This is my game, not theirs.</i>
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</blockquote>Technoblade does not betray his duty. Not even for family.
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<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Dave | Technoblade &amp; Phil Watson, Dave | Technoblade &amp; TommyInnit, Dave | Technoblade &amp; Wilbur Soot, Dave | Technoblade &amp; Wilbur Soot &amp; TommyInnit &amp; Phil Watson, Toby Smith | Tubbo &amp; TommyInnit, TommyInnit &amp; Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot &amp; Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot &amp; TommyInnit</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>aut vincere aut mori [1]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/series/2018759</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>43</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>299</td></tr>

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<a name="section0001"><h2>fiat justitia ruat caelum</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>Hey everyone! Nov. 16th was quite a ride, wasn't it? Dadza joins Dream SMP and stabs his son dead, L'manburg is blown to smithereens, and now we're in the OVA filler arc, what fun haha. </p><p>Warnings for this fic in case you didn't see it in the tags: There is a mention of blood and there is a murder, but it isn't explicit. (Techno also threatens everyone, but that's pretty in character for him.)</p><p>If you enjoy this fic, I'd really appreciate a comment about why and/or a kudo! </p><p>I'm also on <a href="https://twitter.com/saintsbIade">Twitter</a>, so come say hi! I draw, too :)</p>
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    <p> </p><p> </p><p></p><blockquote>
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    <em>Let justice be done though the heavens fall. </em>
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</blockquote><p> </p><p>Techno is silent throughout the whole of Tubbo’s speech. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything, just stares at the boy on the podium.</p><p>
  <em> I don’t like where this is going. </em>
</p><p>He’d been ignoring his feeling of dread for months. Anyone could say what they wanted about him but he did love his brothers and he wanted to help them - especially when destroying Schlatt lined up with his own ideals. But this…?</p><p>The former president was dead. Died of a heart attack. Techno thinks, only a little glumly, that he should have just taken an axe to his head and saved everybody the drama. With Dream’s surrender, Wilbur had said -</p><p>“President Elect Tommy, please take the podium.”</p><p>Techno’s blood had run cold.</p><p>
  <em> President Elect? </em>
</p><p>And then Tommy had said he couldn’t take the presidency and Techno was relieved for all of five seconds before he handed it off to Tubbo. Tubbo is laughing and smiling and making his grand old speech - which Techno will admit is a <em> good </em> speech, especially for one pulled out of his ass - <em> and Wilbur slips away</em>.</p><p>For only a moment, Techno is torn. He knows where Wilbur’s going. He’d known his brother’s madness was just being carefully hidden, a tool to leverage favor. Techno, for his part, agrees: L’manburg must fall. Each conflict has been brought about by its leaders, and while he is one to occasionally revel in bloodshed, war shouldn’t be mindless. He wants an end to it. He can see how world weary his brothers are, the youngest only <em> sixteen </em>, and he can’t imagine how taxing it was to have lived through two wars and prepared to fight in a third with no break. To have loved and lost so much at such a young age.</p><p>However, now, the looks of victory, relief, finality...Techno wonders if blowing up L’manburg is worth it. They are finally at peace. Dream has peacefully surrendered to Pogtopia (a niggling voice in the back of his mind says <em> this is a trap this is a trap this is a trap</em>), Tubbo wants to return L’manburg to its heyday, and they can <em> rest</em>. Techno understands that relief. Though it’s been years since the Potato War and <em> far </em> more since his stint as the ruler of the world, his sleeping pattern from then never seems to leave him. The tight grip that the urge to <em> do something </em> every waking moment or be useless has on him does not loosen no matter what he does. Again and again, he wastes away in the mines, trading with villagers, traipsing through the Nether, all to get gear, all to soothe his paranoia. <em> Nobody is out to get me. Everyone is too afraid of what I could do to them to try and hurt me</em>. He keeps telling himself that, as if the more he says it, the more he might believe it.</p><p>And yet...Techno can’t let Tubbo peacefully take that role. Tubbo is a good kid: he knows this. With Tommy by his side, Tubbo would never succumb to seductions of power. How long will that last? How long will it be until they both realize the power they hold and then abuse it? </p><p>Techno, honestly, is afraid. He’ll never admit it aloud, but he’s terrified of what could happen. He doesn’t want another war. He doesn’t want Tubbo and Tommy to become corrupt. Most of all, he doesn’t want to fight his siblings. </p><p>But that last point is all null and gone, if Wilbur is going to blow up L’manburg anyways. Dream gives Techno a sidelong glance as Tubbo continues speaking. </p><p>
  <em> Aren’t you anti-government? </em>
</p><p>Decisions are easy for Dream. Dream has no attachments, except to George. Not even Sapnap can rein him in all the way - only George, who is currently not present. Techno grimaces. Decisions are easy for a god who masquerades in a human skin. Techno remembers he had once asked Dream when he figured it out: <em> why? </em></p><p>Dream had laughed, eyes gleaming just the slightest behind that smiling mask.</p><p>
  <em> Why, wouldn’t you know, Emperor of the Antarctic? Aren’t you doing the same thing? Humanity is so precious, fallen one. They live, they love, they hurt, they cry. They feel and they betray and they always, always hunger for more. What beauty. It’s not fun for a god to come and destroy that, is it? No, it’s much better if a human can instigate such destruction. Human emotions are powerful. Banded together, it might even reach heights that could destroy me. So I play on their chessfield, fallen one. But make no mistake. </em>
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  <em> This is my game, not theirs. </em>
</p><p>Dream had given him a bounty of items, pat him on the back, and let him go, but those words haunted Techno.</p><p>
  <em> Wouldn’t you know, Emperor of the Arctic? </em>
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  <em> This is my game, not theirs. </em>
</p><p>Techno makes his decision. Dream’s glance drifts down to his wrist and he taps it. </p><p>
  <em> Running out of time. </em>
</p><p>Techno knows. He can feel it. Wilbur’s about to press the button. He stands up and the whole field falls silent. His voice is measured. Quiet. He can’t ignore that pain in his chest anymore. This is it, isn’t it? The reason he decided to stay human? To live, to love, to hurt, to —?</p><p> </p><p>“You used me.”</p><p> </p><p>Tubbo splutters in confusion but Tommy stands up and faces him, concern and questions dancing in his eyes.</p><p>“Techno, wha — “</p><p>“You used me,” Techno interrupts, his emotions (pain sorrow anger<em> betrayal </em> ) mixing in his gut. A fiery, bubbling ball. “I gave you materials. I spent hours in the Nether, underground, practically <em> slaving </em>away to get you the weaponry, the armor, the potions necessary to remove Schlatt. I told you from the start, Tommy. I’m only here for anarchy. Not your new government,” he jabs a finger at Tubbo, “not for that weak excuse of a president to die like the coward he was. For you and Wilbur, Tommy. I did this for you and Wilbur. And now where’s Wilbur gone?”</p><p>Techno’s voice doesn’t stray from that deathly, monotone march. Fear flickers in Tommy’s eyes now. Fear and hurt and disbelief. </p><p> </p><p>Techno aches. But he does not regret. Not his own choices, not his own consequences. Especially not following his ideals.</p><p> </p><p>“He’s going to blow up L’manburg, Tommy. To hell with your new government.” And he grabs his crossbow from his belt and fires. The air explodes with the smell of sulfur, blinding red white and blue, and that silent field turns into chaos. He fires randomly, over and over and over again, until he can’t hear anything but the <em> popopop </em> of the fireworks. Does he hit anyone? He’s not sure. The explosion of colours is branded into his eyelids, and he can’t see if his rockets land.</p><p>And then L’manburg explodes. The ground gets blown from inside out and it rips a tear across the land. A gaping hole takes the place of the old forum, the pretty trappings of rainbow wool weaved to form shades and drapes burning into dust. Out of the corner of his eye, Techno sees it - the control room, right under the podium, where Wilbur is standing and yelling at someone, grabbing their shirt by the collar and shaking them. Techno catches sight of those familiar black wings and in a single moment, the ball of anger in his gut dissipates.</p><p>If he can’t bring Tommy back with him, fine. So be it. But at least he will have Wilbur. At least he will have his <em> father</em>. </p><p> </p><p>It has been many, many years since Techno has seen his father.</p><p> </p><p>Wilbur has thrown a sword at Phil’s feet, heaving heavy breaths and spreading his arms wide open, laughing and sneering. He points at the crowd of them gathered in front of the hole, unified in their collective confusion at the appearance of the newcomer. Techno realizes too late what is happening after Phil glances at him, and then Tommy.</p><p>Wilbur’s death is seen by all the denizens of L’manburg and their enemies. Even from here, Techno can make out the glint of tears on Phil’s cheek. He doesn’t think. He breaks free from the crowd and dashes like never before to his father, to Wilbur, who is lying in a pool of his own blood, not quite yet dead.</p><p>“Techno,” Phil rasps, his gaze never leaving Wilbur’s. His hand is tightly holding his oldest son’s, who’s blood is starting to soak into his clothes.</p><p>“Techno,” Wilbur echoes weakly. “Traitor. We’ve won.” He hacks a rattling cough out of his throat. Techno knows what Wilbur means. He’s not insulting, no, just stating a fact. He and Wilbur had known all along that they were the traitors, but Techno had hoped so badly that he wouldn’t have to be. He had made good friends in Pogtopia. He hadn’t wanted to let go of them, but Techno has never been someone hung up on sentimentality. His duty has always come first. It’s a terrible, horrible family trait. Even Tommy, who might not think himself as susceptible to it, is bent to its will. </p><p>The light from Wilbur’s eyes is fading quick. He musters up a smile and his lips move soundlessly. Techno kneels next to him to be able to read the last words that fall from his dying brother’s mouth.</p><p> </p><p>
  <em> Forever unfinished symphony. </em>
</p><p> </p><p>Techno is not one for sentimentality, but he shudders, he stares at Wilbur’s pale, gaunt face, and he cries. He doesn’t know when, but he buries his head in his father’s shoulder, something he hasn’t done in a long, long, long time, and together, they cry. Below them, Techno is vaguely aware of Tommy running, coming up, so he reigns in his tears and gulps in breaths of air. Phil lets go of him, steps back to stand in the corner, and disappears.</p><p>Tommy’s agonizing scream of grief is almost as painful as watching the life fade from Wilbur’s face. He’s hunched over and tears are starting to spill from his eyes, uncaring of who sees. Techno has always envied that about his youngest brother; Tommy is never afraid to bare his soul to the world. It is so easy for him to love, to lead. Once Tommy is done crying and has collected himself, Techno crouches down next to him to gather Wilbur’s body into his arms. Despite his height, Wilbur is deceptively light. It’s likely from the blood loss, the stress of madness, and holing up underground, and Techno’s heart wrenches in his chest. </p><p>“Where are you going?” Tommy says, his voice teetering between a question and a snarl. “What are you doing with his body, Technoblade?”</p><p>Techno is silent for a moment. He wonders, wonders, wonders. Is this the right thing to do?</p><p>“Do you think you’re a hero, Tommy?” He asks, quietly. While his youngest brother is processing the question, Techno leaves. He stumbles down the rubble and past everybody watching. Nobody moves, and Dream, surprisingly, looks rather distraught at Wilbur’s dead body. It probably isn’t because he actually cares, no, it’s more likely to be because that means one less person is on his side. </p><p>(Later, Dream will tell him that he <em> did </em>care. Wilbur had hated him, but he held a strong, grudging respect for this god, and it was reciprocated perhaps ten times over - after all, Dream was hard pressed to find a human so daring and brave to spit in a god’s face not once but twice.)</p><p>Techno crosses one of the cracks in the ground and lays Wilbur’s body safely away in a corner. He turns back around to face everybody else. Tommy is leading the crowd with Tubbo at his side, and despite it all, Techno feels a spark of contentment. It’s okay. They’re together. They’ll be together for a long, long time. </p><p>He builds up the figures in front of them. Two T’s of soulsand molded into sturdy, unbreaking blocks.</p><p>“Do you think you’re a hero, Tommy?” Techno repeats, voice soft. It cuts through the thick, heavy silence. Niki looks like she’s about to pass out - she’s shaking violently - and Eret, uncharacteristically, has an expression of fear splayed across his face. Fundy - well, Fundy is all but tunnel visioned on his father’s body. This is such a horrible time to remember that he and Tommy are uncles.</p><p>“Don’t do this, Technoblade,” Tommy pleads, stepping forwards as if to cross the bridge. Techno fires a warning shot at his feet, glowering. The arrow tip drips with a weakness potion.</p><p>“Don’t come closer. <em> Any of you </em>.” Tommy steps back, thoroughly cowed, and Techno resumes a casual stance. “The thing about this world, Tommy, is that good things don’t happen to heroes.” He grins, sharp and sad and angry and reckless. “Let me tell you a story, Tommy. A story about a man called Theseus. His country — well, his city-state, technically — was in danger. And he sent himself forward into enemy lines. He slayed the Minotaur and saved his city.” Techno spreads his hands wide. </p><p>“And you know what they did to him, Tommy?” Techno steps forwards, jabbing a finger in the direction of his youngest brother.  “They exiled him. He died in disgrace, despised by his people.”</p><p>“But he saved them!” Tubbo cries out, and Techno shakes his head. Tubbo has been unfailingly optimistic, which would be good at any other time, but not this. No, his naivety is going to get him killed, and that’s why it’s good that Tommy is next to him. Techno can tell that his little brother understands what he’s trying to say, if the look of despair is anything to go by.</p><p>“That’s what happens to heroes, Tommy. The Greeks knew the score. But if you want to be a hero, Tommy? That’s fine.” His voice is so quiet now that Techno can hardly hear himself. He steps back and places the wither skulls on their bodies, two on each. He throws a glance backwards. The last time he saw so much fear was at his godly peak, at the Saint-Malo Trials. </p><p>“You want to be a hero, Tommy? Then die like one.” He places the final skulls and the Withers come to life as everyone bursts into noise, scrambling away from the bridge. Techno wastes no time in scooping up Wilbur’s body and sprinting away as fast as he can. He needs to get it somewhere safe, and then he can return to watch the carnage. He places it in a little cave halfway from his base to L’manburg and comes back as quickly as he can. The Withers have wrecked far more destruction than he could have accomplished by himself, even with eleven and a half stacks of TNT, and Dream seems to be enjoying it, sowing discord among the others’ ranks by knocking people unconscious and hitting them with the flat of his blade. Techno joins in, shoving and throwing potions and shooting arrows.</p><p>“Stop this!” Someone cries out, and Techno trails the voice back to Karl, who is bleeding from his arm and has a welt the size of his fist forming on his head. “Techno, why?!”</p><p>“You think I want the Withers to die?” he sneers. “I’m stopping anyone who tries to kill them!” He swings his sword and Karl passes out, slumping to the ground on impact. Dream joins his side and wordlessly points towards the hills beyond L’manburg. Hovering in the sky is his father, shooting with deadly accuracy at the Withers, and Techno grabs Dream by the hood of his jacket.</p><p>“If you touch my father,” he says, soft and deadly, “I don’t care that you’re a god, Dream. I was, too, and I can be, again. Your mock of a human fleshbag can only take so much before it gets destroyed.” He can feel the surge of his old power thrumming through his veins. The bloodlust that he inherited from his predecessor and the icy, cold grip of his lost empire. He lets Dream go and rejoins the fray, but it’s not too long before both Withers are dead. The Stars are gone, tucked in somebody’s pocket, and they all surround Techno, ragged and wounded and broken. Philza stands at his back, silent. He’s stolen somebody’s armor and his wings are spread menacingly behind him. The diamond sword from earlier, still covered in Wilbur’s blood, rests in his grip.</p><p>“There will be no new government today,” Techno announces, his crossbow in hand. “It’ll be over my <em> dead body </em>.” It’s a challenge. So battered, so bruised as they are, Techno doubts that they could kill him. Nobody has ever come even within light years of killing him anyways, though not for lack of trying. </p><p>Tommy, leaning on Tubbo for support, glares at him.</p><p>“Tubbo is the president,” he counters. “He will be our president.”</p><p>“You’re president of <em> nothing </em>,” Techno finally addresses Tubbo. “Your country is gone.” The boy stares at him defiantly, and Techno almost smiles. Tubbo has guts, that’s for sure - what matters is unlocking that potential.</p><p>“The land is still here. We can still rebuild. <em> We </em>are still here.”</p><p>But Techno isn’t going to back down now. Not after he’s lost everything. The old power thrums in his veins again and the voices he’d worked so hard to silence start to grow louder and louder. He slams them down and returns back to the conversation.</p><p>“Then listen,” he leans in, sneering, “I will kill <em> everyone here until there’s no government</em>. Am I understood?” Tubbo flinches but doesn’t move away, instead raising his free hand in supplication. It’s trembling. He’s afraid.</p><p>“Technoblade, Technoblade - just think of this. Doesn’t this kinda make <em> you </em>a tyrant? A form of government?” Techno bursts into laughter at that. Oh, poor Tubbo, who is trying so hard, still, to fight for his government. Techno respects that - the unwavering will to do what you think is right. That is, after all, why they are standing where they are, on opposite sides of the battlefield. The boy looks lost, confused as to why Techno is laughing.</p><p>“Do I look like I want to rule you lot? The ends justify the means, Tubbo. This may seem cruel in the short term, but in the long term, by preventing a system of government - preventing a takeover such as yours…” He gnashes his teeth, anger suddenly flaring. “Let me point something out to <em> you</em>! Schlatt was lawfully elected. For everything we had to say about him, at least he was <em> elected</em>. But you? You all just did a hostile coup d’état and then seized power for yourself! </p><p>All this time, I’ve been clear about my intentions, but you haven’t been with yours. Taking back L’manburg - I had hoped so badly that that didn’t mean you were going to try to rule again, no, just return to the land that rightfully was yours, especially after I said multiple times that I wouldn’t help if you tried to reconstruct your government. But you used me in the process when I have been nothing but honest, and <em> that </em> is something that grates me more than your <em> presidency </em>. It’s far too late for forgiveness, no matter how hard you try to talk me into it, and your presidency won’t last very long if you think everybody else is willing to forgive me too.”  </p><p>He tears away from the semi circle, axe hanging loosely in his grasp. A warning. Phil follows him silently from above as Techno retreats to the cave where Wilbur’s body lies. When they get there, the sun is starting to set, and all the blood on his clothes has dried. </p><p>The silence is honestly calming. Phil helps him, cradles Wilbur’s body as they walk to the nearest lake and strip him bare to wash. Wilbur looks far more peaceful in death than he ever did in life, save for the moments he was immersed in his guitar, and Techno sighs, wondering not for the last time if he should have threatened Tommy and destroyed the one thing he had been hoping to salvage. </p><p>Techno washes his clothes, gently, getting the bloodstains out best as he can. When they dry, Phil redresses Wilbur and it almost looks like he’s just sleeping against the tree, like he used to do when he was supposed to be watching Tommy run around. </p><p> </p><p>Techno buries that memory. He has a lot of ghosts already, and the last thing he wants is for Wilbur to become one of them.</p><p> </p><p>They cremate him when the full moon is at its peak in the sky, sneaking back into the ruins of L’manburg and breaking down the locked doors of the hotdog van from so long ago. The whole van goes down in flames with Wilbur’s body in it - a warrior’s goodbye. </p><p>That was what he was, wasn’t it? So many layers of pain and grief haunted Wilbur and drove him mad, and still he presided over his duty in the end: the protector of L’manburg, the leader of the once-great nation. Tommy didn’t understand Wilbur’s motives the same way Techno did, and maybe that was because Tommy’s mind, too, was clouded by fear and anger and righteousness. For all his own anger and ideals, Techno prays that Tubbo can lead the people of L’manburg back to their heyday, and he prays that they can understand that living in harmony does not mean that there needs to be a ruler. He prays that Tommy can come to understand this, and Wilbur’s motives, and that he can forgive their father for killing his son (his <em> duty</em>, his mind whispers. Always his duty to care for his sons).</p><p>Techno doesn’t need forgiveness. It is fleeting, and besides - he doesn’t deserve that anyways. There is nothing that he feels like Tommy should forgive him for doing, not when he held his head up high and blew everything to smithereens because that was what his duty called him to do. </p><p>
  <em> Duty. Duty. Duty. That word haunts him. Is this why he became human? </em>
</p><p>They stand vigil for the whole night as the van burns to ashes. When the sun begins to rise and the people of L’manburg start to wake up, Techno sends one, final flare into the air, and then Phil and he are gone, flying through the air too fast to be caught.</p><p> </p><p>(Tommy gets to the van first. He almost screams and shouts and breaks down in his anger - the last thing that he and Wilbur, the <em> real  </em>Wilbur, not whatever mad mockery of his brother that had existed in Pogtopia, had together, <em> gone </em> - until he reads the note. <em> A warrior’s goodbye</em>. <em> From the ashes rises the phoenix. </em> It is scrawled in his father’s messy handwriting, discolouration caused obviously by tears, and Tommy lets go.</p><p>It is a new dawn, and maybe that means it’s time to let go of the past and move forwards.)</p><p>
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